Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife by Allison Mild ( Genevieve)

Chapter 82

On the other end of the line, Genevieve laughed coldly as she listened.

“Call him an ambulance and order him a brain scan to see if there’s any damage up there,” Genevieve sneered.

Then, she hung up

hung up without another word.

No one had expected this result.

They were all stunned.

How could Genevieve, a divorcee, be so arrogant?

Anthony’s face fell, and the light in his eyes disappeared.

As he sat there, everyone could feel how hopeless and depressed he felt.

Brendan wanted to help him but didn’t know where to start.

He couldn’t help but remember when he had asked Anthony how it was going, he had said everything was proceeding well.

Was this what “everything was going well meant?

Did Anthony even understand what was going on?

Brendan wanted to pull his hair out.

Anthony staggered to his feet and walked out.

To him, there was no use continuing to drink. She wouldn’t come at all.

This cruel woman didn’t care about him at all!

Brendan thought for a while, then decided to chase after him.

They got into a car.

Anthony remained silent as if Genevieve had dealt him a fatal blow,

The driver asked where they would go.

Brendan thought for a while before giving him an address.

Anthony seemed to have a dark shadow enveloping him, loneliness and sadness wrapping him tightly.

Seeing him like this, Brendan couldn’t help but chide, “Tony, maybe Genevieve didn’t mean it. It was probably because I didn’t word it well just now, right? I’ll watch my words next time!”

Anthony glanced at Brendan darkly

Would Anthony even drink so much next time?

Brendan sighed and rubbed his forehead.

“Why would a woman soften that easily? You have to perseverel Brendan exclaimed.

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Anthony frowned irritably.

Perseverance?

Could he drink every day without gastric bleeding?

“You can persistently use all kinds of ways to mave e her or ma

Brendan listed.

or make her happy, such as creating chance encounters or giving her surprises.

Brendan chattered on about his experience, with Anthony listening carefully all the while.

Suddenly, it occurred to Anthony that he had never gifted Genevieve these experiences. He owed her dearly.

Unconsciously, the rims of Anthony’s eyes turned red. Fortunately, it was dark in the car, and visibility was limited.

But Brendan glanced at him and saw the tears brimming in his eyes

He stopped speaking instantly

He leaned over in shock and took a good look at his friend

“Tony, are you crying?” Brendan gaped

Just as he was about to wipe his tears away, Anthony roughly shoved him away.

“Stay away from me.” Anthony griped

His voice was chilly, as if he were trying

were trying to hide something

Brendan’s lips curled upwards as if he had already seen through it. He laughed. “I won’t tell anyone. It’s too embarrassing”

Wouldn’t Genevieve make fun of Anthony if she found out?

Anthony stayed silent

The temperature in the car somehow dropped several degrees

Brendan shut up immediately

Once the driver arrived at the gate of the residential area, Brendan rolled down the window to show the security guard his face. He recognized him and let the car pass through

“Tony I just bought a house, so you can stay here for a night, Brendan said. T’m worried that you’ll feel worse once you go back to your marital

Anthony was so drunk that he had no idea what he had said

Brendan and the driver worked in tandem to get Anthony out of the car

Once his feet touched the ground, he no longer needed help

After all he had been a member of high society from childhood. He would be decent even when drunk.

Brendan breathed a sigh of relief and said to the driver, “You can head home now. He’ll stay with me for the night.”

Then, Brendan took Anthony upstairs.

The driver nodded and prepared the car to leave.

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Just then, he caught sight of a familiar white Porsche coming in from outside the gate.

After that an exquisitely beautiful woman got out of the car.

It was Genevieve.

Genevieve walked upstairs while talking on the phone, laughing, “Bring me some midnight snacks, Jeff…”

The driver squinted and thought for a while before he sent Rosalie a message.

Soon, a sum of money had been deposited in his account, and a text thanking him flashed on his screen.

The driver drove away quickly

Brendan’s housekeeper was busy making a hangover remedy, all while Anthony sat there with a stony expression.

The name “Rosalie” kept flashing on his phone.

He was unmoved and pretended not to see it.

Soon after that, Brendan walked out after washing his face. He caught sight of Anthony’s phone and chuckled.

“Well, the big problem hasn’t been solved yet, Brendan teased. “Can I help you with it. Tony?”

Anthony sat there indifferently, his knotted eyebrows the very picture of refusal.

Brendan tapped on the accept call button.

“Anthony, what should I do? Mal is burning up. I’m so scared! Can you come over…”

Rosalie’s gentle voice was projected from the phone speakers, and Brendan frowned.

Her voice was way too pretentious!

Brendan coughed heavily and said, “He’s not a doctor. If Mal has a fever, then bring him to the hospital. What are you waiting for?”

Rosalie paused before she asked coldly, “Who are you? Where’s Anthony?”

“He asked me to pass on the message: If you’re sick, go to the hospital to be treated. He’s not a doctor, so why look for him? Are you his mother or not? If you have the time to beg for pity, you have the time to call 9111 Brendan jeered.

Brendan’s words made Rosalie a little embarrassed.

“What does it have to do with you? Give the phone back to Anthony. Mal is his child! Of course, he has to take care of him!” Rosalie cried.

Brendan sneered, “You wouldn’t have fooled Genevieve with that would you?”

Rosalle instantly went silent.

Brendan made a clicking sound with his mouth. “I got it right on the

e money!”

Brendan glanced at the expressionless Anthony and turned back to

ck to talk to Rosalie aggressively.

“He doesn’t like you. Know your place! Brendan snarled

Then, Brendan hung up without giving Rosalie to chew him out and turned off the phone.

Anthony paused momentarily and harrumphed coldly. “I’ll send her away”

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Brendan blinked. ‘Could sending her away solve the problem?” He pondered.

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e still smiled and said, “The guest room is ready. Go and get some rest!”

But he

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Anthony had no interest in sleeping in an unfamiliar place. He was now particularly attached to the feeling of sleeping in his marital bed.

calf to regain his so

sobriety for a while before he got ready to leave.

He allowed himself to regain

Brendan couldn’t stop him either, so he asked the security guard to find Anthony a ride home.

Anthony got into the elevator.

After it had made its descent, the doors opened.

And Anthony saw Genevieve walking out of another elevator, carrying her late–night snacks.

Genevieve was also startled to see him.

Anthony immediately stalked out of the elevator and grabbed hold of Genevieve’s arm.

Anthony’s eyes were stormy and indecipherable as he asked. “So you live here?”

He had never been able to find out where she lived, not even once!

Genevieve shook

off his grasp

and said, “It’s none of your business.

Are you

drunk?”

She wrenched open the door with a plan to slip in, but Anthony managed to push his way in alongside her.

Just like a scoundrel.

put down the supper Jeffrey had sent her and folded her arms.

Genevieve p

Genevieve tilted her head at him and asked, “Anthony, do you want me to ask the security guard to get you to leave?”

or argument.

Her tone was cold, and there was no room for

Genevieve hated the fact that he kept reappearing in her life after the divorce.

It would always remind her again and again that everything she had gone through before this was all related to him.

So, whether it was Brendan calling her or Anthony showing up in person, Genevieve felt as if her entire life were being bothered.

nthony stood there, a wry smile playing on the corner of his lips. His eyes were enigmatic as he took in the sight of her.

After a long while, Anthony said, “I don’t have any ulterior motives. I drank too much, and now my stomach is uncomfortable. Do you have anything to eat? I’ll leave after that.”